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I was with a man who I think was my husband, but I can't remember his face. We'd been trying to have
a baby, but I couldn't seem to get pregnant. We'd been refused IVF treatment at a normal hospital, so
we had gone ot an illegal clinic. The building was really run down and dirty, and we'd been queuing for
hours with loads of other couples.
Eventually we got to the front of the queue, and were let in in groups of about 5 couples. We were led
into a big room with lots of beds in it, which were only seperated by tiny screens. A Chinese woman
made me sit on a bed and told me to start undressing. Then she brought out two nappies and said that
my husband and I each had to pee in one, so that they could do a pregnancy test. My husband went,
but I didn't need to go. The woman said "You either piss in that in the next two minutes, or you can fuck
off". I still couldn't go, but my husband managed to get her to agree to let us come back the next day.
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I was sitting at home with my stepdad and my nan, and we were watching television. There was a pile
of dvds on the table, which we were planning to watch later. I knew I was in my home, but it looked
different to my actual house. I was really heavily pregnant, and was wearing light blue trousers, and a
light blue crop top, which left the whole bump exposed. The phone rang, and my stepdad answered it.
He was told that my mum had been rushed into hospital, and he needed to get there quickly. I got into
a car with him, and we drove off towards the hospital. Oddly, the dream didn't follow me, it changed the
point of view and stayed at the house.
A girl I used to know at school, Roxanne, walked in, and I realised she was my sister because she
asked my nan where her parents were. The phone rang again, and Roxanne went to answer it. The
phone was on the wall by the door to the stairs, and piled behind the door were loads of boks from the
1980s. There were some which were based on The Dark Crystal film, and one in particular was an
orange-covered book about the Skeksis. Roxanne kept looking at the pile of books while she was on
the phone. It was the hospital again, calling to let her know her mum had gone back into hospital. She
couldn't understand why the woman on the phone was so frantic, and told her to chill. She hadn't
realised that mum had gone to hospital because she was ill, she thought she'd gone back there to work,
as she used to be a nurse.
I came back home, and went to explain to Roxanne what had really happened to our mum. My nan was
still watching the television, but Roxanne picked up the remote control and started flicking through the
channels. She couldn't find the channel she wanted, so she said she'd have to type in its address
manually. She pulled out a piece of paper, which had loads of internet addresses on it, which could be
used to find TV channels. I realised that I'd given her the list. She wrote down one address, and then
we both left.
We met up with a male friend, who I think was my friend Ashley. We were walking towards where I
work, but we stopped for a rest in a shop car park on the way through. We were sitting on the
pavement, and I was having trouble getting comfortable because I was so pregnant. Suddenly, Ashley
stood up and said "Oh my god, what's happening to your bump?". I realised the top of it felt a bit weird,
and I looked down and saw that the baby was pshing against the top of the bump. I told Ashley not to
worry, and said sometimes the baby moved and stuck limbs out, making the bump look a bit odd. The
baby didn't stop pushing up though, and I realised that it was pressing its head against the top of the
bump. I sat up on my heels, and the baby kept pushing up. I was the bump raise up in the shape of its
head, then it turned so I could see a face-shaped lump looking up at me. It kept pushing and I saw arm-
shaped bumps appear, then legs. It was almost like the baby was laying on its back on top of the
bump, but it was still under my skin. It started trying to grab me with its arms, but it couldn't see.
Ashley shouted out that it was trying to kill me, and I realised he was right.
The house in the dream is familiar, but I don't know where I know it from. It's certainly not my house.
Roxanne was a friend at primary school, and I occasionally see her in town, but we're not really friends
any more. My mum was never a nurse.